Luyện nghe bài hát West Up!

WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you busta ass niggaz out
I got my motherfuckin in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all these ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it
WC
Front side to side
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, have ta erupt
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, again
this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz sittin on them Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this
hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my
Walkin the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
Home of the and the Bloods
Where the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood
coast till the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top niggaz the new bosses
Never cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't
Just respect and everything I can't check I
Now you can cross out the bustas and
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot switches allowed
On the turf where the real dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the for sale
City, the throne I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your on
to bail through, it's fin you're in Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga West Up! for life

Verse Three: Ice
Now I got ta you how the West coast rocks
No blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, that W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it in the West
No teeth, you gets a wreath
So me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
We don't call it five-oh, we it one time
It's my life my my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the fuck you think that the was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and spokes
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., watch your colors
Up! nigga

Verse WC
it up, give it up
Like the James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the
Where niggaz caught is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete
full of Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the till I die
10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the WestSide

WestSide!!!
("Throwin up the W")